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[ghostlyhamlet]

The year is 2070, the mass war that had broken out 30 years ago had finally ended. Leaving mothers childless, children orphaned, and loved ones widowed. The cause of the war was stupidity at its greatest, the ending of it were the superheroes that were built in labs. But now the labs are abandoned and the cities are in despair. The people think the heroes are to blame, causing them to go into hiding. But its hard when you were raised since you were as a baby to use your powers, some for good, others for evil. And now you're a teenager that can't use the gift they have to help the people they had saved. But ever since the heroes had disappeared, the crime had went up so much, there isn't really a city. People started to go crazy and then the world. The civilized world we lived on is now in anarchy. The heroes must put peace back into the world....... or there won't be one...

We Could Be.....

[Wormgod]

My grandfather used to talk about it. The day it happened. It was not a happy story. He told us, his children, as a bedtime story. As a warning. The story always started the same: a new nuclear reactor, a new fission invented by humans, and a promise to power the entire Eastern Hemisphere for years. All eyes turned to the savior as it was switched on, watching the lights glow and the turbines stir the strange, ethereal liquid--

And then they were gone.

The events that followed can only be described as cataclysmic failures by every disaster relief agency in every government on the plant. I'm sure you remember the figures. The initial statistics were staggering. 5% of the population were immune. Everything else died. Plants. Animals. Humans. Everything.

Those that were immune were treated to an interesting side-effect of the radiation. The radiation transformed from a poison into a mutagenic agent; a chemical that effected life on a molecular level. Their entire molecular structure changed. To this day, no one is sure why. It showed quickly, within the second or third generation of the life on the island. Even the humans were effected. Only one percent of life was uneffected.

That led to the quarantine. The main island of Japan was completely shut off from the rest of the world. No one in, no one out. Except my grandfather. He got permission in. Being the world's expert on the effects of radiation has its perks; if being quarantined along with an island of toxic waste is a perk.

The one percent started to rebuild, rebuild in a new process that started to scare people. Specifically people in governments. That was one of the many factors that led to the war. The last straw was the sinking of the HMS Arnold. But really, that was just an excuse. The battle had been planned on all sides for months now. The one percent fought hard, using their newfound companionships with the beasts on the island. Even the plants and animals seemed to understand that they were fighting for their homeland. My father knew this, from my grandfather's work, and warned the government to not go through with the war. This is where my grandfather's story becomes my father's.

The war lasted five months and thirteen days. The Battle of Nagasaki was the last stand for the survivors. They fought hard, but they eventually fell. Japan fell. The natives lost, and the worlds governments took the island for themselves.

Six governments took the island of Japan. Six governments drew on a map and divided up their slice of the pie. The former natives of Japan were not invited to this conference. From west to east: China took Hoenn and used the region as a testing grounds for experimental pollution reduction techniques, The United States took Kanto, The United Kingdom took Johto, France took Kalos and quickly outlawed Japanese and made French the official language, and Australia took Unova. Besides China and France, the governments left the regions alone. This was their punishment, to be forgotten and ignored. A monument to the sins of nuclear researchers.

But while they were forgotten, the island quickly recovered. It was no longer called Japan, and within one generation, that name was dropped from their culture. They never stopped working to retake their land. They developed new ways to interact with the so-called monsters, perfected their methods of capturing and controlling them, training them to make them stronger. The population of the island also rebounded, faster than any government could predict.

The revolution was swift and decisive. Each of the regions worked together to quickly expel the foreign governments. Again, the outside world decided a quarantine was the best action. The natives had no complaints.

I moved there shortly after to finish my father's work. Again, the perks of our field. I added to my father's by studying the interactions between the monsters and the humans of the island. It is my life's work. I met my wife here. I had my grandchildren here. I understand this island, its beauties and dangers, for more than any other outsider. I could never have imagined you would plan what you speak of.

Forgive my ramblings. I recount the past as a warning, despite the fact that I am sure you know it well. I must make you understand what you are planning. You call these mutated creatures "monsters", and you are not wrong in that title. These creatures are not playthings. You keep them as pets, and find them useful in daily life. Religion has sprung up around them. Life has adapted to them.

And no, as the 100 year quarantine lifts, you wish to showcase these monsters as toys? You expect outsiders, who have only heard ghost stories and rumors, to respect them? To understand the dangers of monsters? They do not uphold the tradition. They will not fear and respect monsters.

You asked for my recommendation. You expect me, the outsider, to seal this letter with no more than "Yes, go right ahead" and some hot wax. I do not wish to see this island, my home, turned into a safari zone for tourists.

The Pocket Monster League is, in my professional recommendation, an incorrect use of the unnatural wonders of this island. I cannot in good conscience recommend this course of action.


Sincerely,

Professor Samuel Oak Ph.D

Director of Research - Pallet Town Laboratories

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The year is 2440 and the world is dying out. Food is scarce, shelter is hard to come by, and deaths are plentiful. Most the human population is extinct along with many others. Most cities are destroyed but there's one species that seems to be going strong. Dogs. Weather it's their keen sense of smell that allows them to scavenge for food or something else entirely, dogs can be found wandering around whats left of earth. In the city of Chevane, although the houses are deserted, there is still life. Stray dog unite together to make their life just a little less unbearable. Having someone to watch over your back just might save your life. Although you wont run across them often, there are still humans here. You may want to watch out for them though, they'll eat anything edible and a dog might be too good to pass up.

Roleplay is here if you are interested.

[Sathalina]

So new to this oops ;; First Group RP created ever.


Elemental Clan is looking for Students and teachers alike ^^ Come lend your hand in destroying kingdoms and leading the greatest rebellion in history!


Action / Adventure / Friendship / Humor and Romance if you want o-o
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Though, Freedom comes with a
price. Even if this hidden oasis is an
ideal home for anyone seeking
to get away from the war will
need to undergo a certain task
in order to gain acceptance into
the promise land. It is said that the
rebel king has eyes and ears in
every kingdom, many struggle to
understand this riddle but it seems
you don't have to look very far as
to question the beggars around town.
If you can gain the friendship and trust
of the beggars, they will happily tell
you where you can find the Elemental
Clan's hideout. Don't take it as an easy
task, these men and women were
trained to spot a liar quite quickly,
if your heart is tainted and your mind
fogged with hatred, you will not
get far.

When all hope had seemed lost in this mist of
destruction, a small beacon of light shines
through the darkness as he casts hope into
the ever dreaming eyes pleading for a savior.
Durzo Blint, a man who promises salvation; a
place were peace can be had, and war can be
forgotten in the mists where it had come from;
pulls together what the Imperial Court calls the
Elemental Clan. A place well hidden from the
corrupted and the people who seek to destroy
it, It is the home of the rebel King and those who
follow him into a new era of hope. It is the home
to those who seek to end the reins of the mad kings
and bring forth peace once more, here is where
young elemental rogues train constantly, where you
will find bliss temporarily and do not have to strive
in vein to hide the power you were born with.

[Me?Sarcastic?]

Who are We?

Primoria is a large planet in the Kelian system, filled with human like creatures who have special abilities; everything you can think of. The Humans call them superheros but primorians call them qualifications and all most Primorian have these qualifications. They were all wonderfull and loved. Primoria was a beautiful civilasation with peaceful people...

Until the war.

Link to RP:

viewtopic.php?f=80&t=2646503

[exempt]

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══════════════════════════════════

The year is 2440 and the world is dying out. Food is scarce, shelter is hard to come by, and deaths are plentiful. Most the human population is extinct along with many others. Most cities are destroyed but there's one species that seems to be going strong. Dogs. Weather it's their keen sense of smell that allows them to scavenge for food or something else entirely, dogs can be found wandering around whats left of earth. In the city of Chevane, although the houses are deserted, there is still life. Stray dog unite together to make their life just a little less unbearable. Having someone to watch over your back just might save your life. Although you wont run across them often, there are still humans here. You may want to watch out for them though, they'll eat anything edible and a dog might be too good to pass up.

Roleplay is here if you are interested.

[Wormgod]

My grandfather used to talk about it. The day it happened. It was not a happy story. He told us, his children, as a bedtime story. As a warning. The story always started the same: a new nuclear reactor, a new fission invented by humans, and a promise to power the entire Eastern Hemisphere for years. All eyes turned to the savior as it was switched on, watching the lights glow and the turbines stir the strange, ethereal liquid--

And then they were gone.

The events that followed can only be described as cataclysmic failures by every disaster relief agency in every government on the plant. I'm sure you remember the figures. The initial statistics were staggering. 5% of the population were immune. Everything else died. Plants. Animals. Humans. Everything.

Those that were immune were treated to an interesting side-effect of the radiation. The radiation transformed from a poison into a mutagenic agent; a chemical that effected life on a molecular level. Their entire molecular structure changed. To this day, no one is sure why. It showed quickly, within the second or third generation of the life on the island. Even the humans were effected. Only one percent of life was uneffected.

That led to the quarantine. The main island of Japan was completely shut off from the rest of the world. No one in, no one out. Except my grandfather. He got permission in. Being the world's expert on the effects of radiation has its perks; if being quarantined along with an island of toxic waste is a perk.

The one percent started to rebuild, rebuild in a new process that started to scare people. Specifically people in governments. That was one of the many factors that led to the war. The last straw was the sinking of the HMS Arnold. But really, that was just an excuse. The battle had been planned on all sides for months now. The one percent fought hard, using their newfound companionships with the beasts on the island. Even the plants and animals seemed to understand that they were fighting for their homeland. My father knew this, from my grandfather's work, and warned the government to not go through with the war. This is where my grandfather's story becomes my father's.

The war lasted five months and thirteen days. The Battle of Nagasaki was the last stand for the survivors. They fought hard, but they eventually fell. Japan fell. The natives lost, and the worlds governments took the island for themselves.

Six governments took the island of Japan. Six governments drew on a map and divided up their slice of the pie. The former natives of Japan were not invited to this conference. From west to east: China took Hoenn and used the region as a testing grounds for experimental pollution reduction techniques, The United States took Kanto, The United Kingdom took Johto, France took Kalos and quickly outlawed Japanese and made French the official language, and Australia took Unova. Besides China and France, the governments left the regions alone. This was their punishment, to be forgotten and ignored. A monument to the sins of nuclear researchers.

But while they were forgotten, the island quickly recovered. It was no longer called Japan, and within one generation, that name was dropped from their culture. They never stopped working to retake their land. They developed new ways to interact with the so-called monsters, perfected their methods of capturing and controlling them, training them to make them stronger. The population of the island also rebounded, faster than any government could predict.

The revolution was swift and decisive. Each of the regions worked together to quickly expel the foreign governments. Again, the outside world decided a quarantine was the best action. The natives had no complaints.

I moved there shortly after to finish my father's work. Again, the perks of our field. I added to my father's by studying the interactions between the monsters and the humans of the island. It is my life's work. I met my wife here. I had my grandchildren here. I understand this island, its beauties and dangers, for more than any other outsider. I could never have imagined you would plan what you speak of.

Forgive my ramblings. I recount the past as a warning, despite the fact that I am sure you know it well. I must make you understand what you are planning. You call these mutated creatures "monsters", and you are not wrong in that title. These creatures are not playthings. You keep them as pets, and find them useful in daily life. Religion has sprung up around them. Life has adapted to them.

And no, as the 100 year quarantine lifts, you wish to showcase these monsters as toys? You expect outsiders, who have only heard ghost stories and rumors, to respect them? To understand the dangers of monsters? They do not uphold the tradition. They will not fear and respect monsters.

You asked for my recommendation. You expect me, the outsider, to seal this letter with no more than "Yes, go right ahead" and some hot wax. I do not wish to see this island, my home, turned into a safari zone for tourists.

The Pocket Monster League is, in my professional recommendation, an incorrect use of the unnatural wonders of this island. I cannot in good conscience recommend this course of action.


Sincerely,

Professor Samuel Oak Ph.D

Director of Research - Pallet Town Laboratories

[Clio.]

Click the picture to go to the rp c:

We currently need the son of Ares, the daughters of Tyche + Asclepius, and a child of Dionysus.
Though other characters are also currently being accepted!

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The camp woke up one morning to find the precious golden fleece gone and the borders failing once more. It quickly became clear a camper was responsible and ten suspects were named, however nobody is talking. The camp is running out of time, and the oracle has made it clear that one of the ten is the thief. So in order to get to the bottom of this mystery the accused has been separated from the rest of the camp and have been told to sort out the liar in their midst. While on the other hand the other campers are also trying to solve this mystery and luckily for them three people have claimed to have seen the theft. However their accounts are vastly different and are believed to be lying as well. So who do you believe? Who do you no longer trust?
A line in the sand has been drawn and everyone has selected their sides,
where do you stand? Can you figure out who stole the fleece before it's too late?

contents of role play made by; kalani & clio

[Tate Langdon]

Ｗｅｌｃｏｍｅ...




Ｃamp Half-Blood is a Greek demigod training facility, directed by Dionysus, who the campers call "Mr. D," and Lacy, a camper, who is the activities coordinator.
Ｔhe camp has magical borders, which are enforced by the Golden Fleece, found by the satyr Grover Underwood, the Cyclops Tyson, and demigods Percy Jackson, Clarisse La Rue, and Annabeth Chase. Stolen from Polyphemus' island, it was placed on Thalia's pine tree, ensuring that no monsters could get into camp. The Fleece stays on the tree, guarded by the dragon Peleus, it's magical powers protecting the camp. But however, these campers are long gone. Only a story told by the campfire, but every camper seems to look up to them.

How will you lead you life here in Camp Half-Blood?
Join Here!

[Sathalina]

So new to this oops ;; First Group RP created ever.


Elemental Clan is looking for Students and teachers alike ^^ Come lend your hand in destroying kingdoms and leading the greatest rebellion in history!


Action / Adventure / Friendship / Humor and Romance if you want o-o
--------------------------------------------------------

Though, Freedom comes with a
price. Even if this hidden oasis is an
ideal home for anyone seeking
to get away from the war will
need to undergo a certain task
in order to gain acceptance into
the promise land. It is said that the
rebel king has eyes and ears in
every kingdom, many struggle to
understand this riddle but it seems
you don't have to look very far as
to question the beggars around town.
If you can gain the friendship and trust
of the beggars, they will happily tell
you where you can find the Elemental
Clan's hideout. Don't take it as an easy
task, these men and women were
trained to spot a liar quite quickly,
if your heart is tainted and your mind
fogged with hatred, you will not
get far.

When all hope had seemed lost in this mist of
destruction, a small beacon of light shines
through the darkness as he casts hope into
the ever dreaming eyes pleading for a savior.
Durzo Blint, a man who promises salvation; a
place were peace can be had, and war can be
forgotten in the mists where it had come from;
pulls together what the Imperial Court calls the
Elemental Clan. A place well hidden from the
corrupted and the people who seek to destroy
it, It is the home of the rebel King and those who
follow him into a new era of hope. It is the home
to those who seek to end the reins of the mad kings
and bring forth peace once more, here is where
young elemental rogues train constantly, where you
will find bliss temporarily and do not have to strive
in vein to hide the power you were born with.